The red-haired girl's eyes were alight with cold flame.
'He kissed you!' she said.

'How could you let him, when he wasn't anything to you?
How dared you to take a kiss from him?
Oh, Maisie, let's go to the ladies' cabin.

I'm sick,--deadly sick.' 'We aren't into open water yet.

Go down, dear, and I'll stay here.
I don't like the smell of the engines....

Poor Dick! He deserved one,--only one.
But I didn't think he'd frighten me so.' Dick returned to town next day just in time for lunch, for which he had telegraphed.